Incarceration

It is there:
a cold night, a clear memory,
never to be erased.

The images seen again;
repeats, pauses, plays,
but never ceases.

The emotions felt once more;
the fear, the guilt, the sorrow,
but never leaves.

The sensations return in full force;
the rush, the pain, the tears,
but never disappears.

The awareness of the truth;
unbending, unrelenting, unchanging,
but never hiding.

It is done:
an act, a deed,
never to be forgotten.

Comments

SarahthePoet

This is a great description of being trapped in a crime, of having a record. Thanks for writing it. :-)

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